Pretty Cold

wordperson on Feb 1, 2010

This is a poem about a very chilly winter’s evening.

Scarce of souls, the streets at eve -

Frigid gusts bite-

A swarm through a sieve;

Lonely is the sight.

Shivering fingers, limbs of ice,

Thoughts frozen in the mind,

Benumbed bodies, teary eyes-

A frosty force does bind.

A shy silence of familiar sounds;

As the chilly draught toils away

Freed from its seasonal bounds

The wintry gale does hold sway.

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